Mc Eiht - Till I Die Lyrics
[eiht]GeahThug shit, niggaGs in the y-2-kHey, what can I say? (geah)Hoo-bangins official, niggaAnd right now we gon do some of that thug shit for that ass (killa)Geah, thats makin me wanna do some of that evil shit (west side!)Check it out[eiht]Feel a little gust of wind so I jetThis real nigga dwells from compton, no shitThugs town, right now car jacks and salesCounty bus rolls through - niggas trips to jailWhat the hell wont trade it, high class cant fade itOut of town trips with pigeons is how we made itYall niggas hate to get a dubs and rocksLand of the green weed and cars that ? ? ? ? hopsDont stop - packin my heat and berettaGuarantee my hollows goes tough through your leatherWhenever the rhyme play or the 9 play (ping ping!)Its a done deal when I hit you run wayYall niggas must be gay, smilin and shakinHow this ***** greed shakin up money, we keep mentionNever fakin the funk, punk, I pops the trunk4-5 hittin yo body, takin a big chunk, geahTill I die nuthin but makin cheeseTill I die tryin to come up on kisTill I die nuthin but guns and weedTill I die givin you just what you need[eiht]Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, killSteel is my reputation, caps get peeledFront line nigga for dollars is my niggaBut Im kinda fast when they spit the 9 triggersTill my dying day I lay awayTill my very last breath, nigga, I swear to make you payGuilty conscience? never me!Last night nigga done caught a felonyJealousy try to approach, wanna promoteThen provoke through gun smoke, watch out, loc!Shake down cause these niggas *****in with yoursGet in where you fit in even if its a back doorOr the window, tie up the ho, wheres the scope?Trying to hand me you popped, youre booked, I want moreLock down for me on the bus downtownNow my - outlook is a sad-faced clown, geahChorus...[mack 10]Till I die is gon be h double oB-a-n-g-i-n fo shoNiggas never thought that they would ever see meWith my - eh - blue rag buddy from the c-p-tWe be kickin in dos, sweevin 4-4sShovin 30 clips in a fully mack 1-0sSo as the clock tickin - and the plot thickensWe be juggin up sherman - and rockin up chicken(what you need, nigga? )Time to elevate the game and turn it up a notchAnd bust on the mutha*****in neighborhood watchMy money greener than a clover - in a 4-6 roverI be a millionaire thuggin until its all overI take a ice cold 40 of cristal and what they servinMe and a persian hoe in a 6-4 blowin doja while we swervinKeep that off the hood, greed and determination in my eye, niggaBe my piece of the pie, nigga, so I ride until I die,niggaChorus...
